 Sanctum Mysteries brought to you right through the summer by Bromo Seltzer. Five, six, seven, eight, three, two, one. Bromo Seltzer, Bromo Seltzer, Bromo Seltzer, Bromo Seltzer. Friends of the inner sanctum, this is your host to welcome you through the squeaking door. Tell me, fellow ghouls, did you ever take in the bright staff at dawn? I did the other night, found it hard with a seat called Nightmare Happen. Just two blocks long and a scream while. Begins with a small cemetery and ends with a bigger one. There's a freakish sort of shop in the alley. Ideal for those of you who are buying steelers. It's time to read Gadget, Ghost, and Greyguard G-Gor. It is deep night on the raging ocean. The fog is a thick grey wall and the wind is sharp. A boat tosses gruntingly in the deep. At the mercy of the storm. It's unlighted except for a cluttering nap to play. We're aboard the Gypsy Princess. It's hide its captain, the notorious Captain Henty. A few feet away, warming deeper as the shelter of the fog, backing away from Captain Henty's gun, is another man. A younger man wearing a first mate's captain. Chambers, I order you to come out of that blasted fog. You hear me? We were somewhere mid-ocean south. You thought wrong. Your maroon just off the island. There's a sandbar under your boat. It's without food or water with an island just out there. What island are we on? Dead man's island. Even if you knew where you were, sir, there'd be nothing on the island for you. No food, no drink. It's just a place to bury the dead aboard your ship. How do you know they're a dead board? I heard some shooting. How many dead? Corky, McDonnell, Crote, Weatherbee, Mannix. It's five. Captain Henty jumped over. Miguel, your navigator, and Jensen? Dead. Then you're the only survivor. Captain, I'm Chambers, Crote. I expected it would be Captain Henty, I'd find a line. Delivering his cargo of dead men. Hey, wait a minute. How do you know about Miguel, the navigator, and Jensen? Where'd you get your information from? A man to seek logic after the events and the gypsy princess. That's strangest of all. Yeah. After two weeks on this floating and famous island, I couldn't get the cargo light over any... You boarded the ship but it's great. You know that too, huh? Right. The years since I was a kid, I'd heard stories unbelievable whoppers about Captain Henty and the gypsy princess. Stuff about a ship being haunted, about a girl, a beautiful vision named Princess after the ship who followed the boat wherever it stayed. I wanted to write it all up after seeing it all for myself. Shall I stop? No. Go on. Those tall stories started coming to life a few hours after we put to sea. I think Captain Henty's court is going over some pages when Corky came by the end. Corky handled the business details of a ship like a steward was. Captain Henty. I was checking over the crew list here. Can't make it out of? But Donald, coach, whether they, Menica, Miguel, Jensen, ourselves, Chambers here, all signed in okay. Eight men at your crew. Thank you, sir. I'll cut there. But there's a line sitting there on the list, but nobody answers to it. Here's the ninth name. Fellowes. Fellowes! Lead my way and get out of my way, sir. Come on, boys, sir. Seen the signature before? From Cape Havas to Singapore. I don't get it. You will. You will in time. You'll know what it means to sail with fellows. Who is fellow? The gypsy princess was once his ship before he died. How long ago did fellows die? Ten years ago. And you think a dead man signed the crew list? Yes. And you'll believe it, too, in time. In time you, too, will believe fellows as aboard the gypsy princess. Chambers, I say, search the ship from Stamberston. Search the lifeboats of passageways everywhere. Then do it again and again. Spend every minute you're on this ship, searching for fellows. Understand? I can't find fellows. Find fellows, or you gypsy princess. That was my first flush with the crazy legends of the gypsy princess. I was to spend the whole voyage looking for a dead man who'd signed the crew list. Fellowes was master of this ship once. Everything was fine until they both went tapped over a dream lady who was supposed to be following the ship. And she killed fellows. Some old scot-free by pleading self-defense and bought the gypsy princess. And went silent to find the girl. Fellowes, then, is just something in the captain's guilt in his imagination. Oh, no, sir. It's not all in his imagination. Your sounding as balmy as heady. You don't believe in the fellow's ghost, do you, Corky? I do, indeed. Just you wait, sir. And you know fellows are somewhere aboard the ship. It's Captain Enzy on the tube. He ought to need to be gone, I'll bet, my pay. Corky speaking, Captain. Take the wheel at once. But it's Miguel's turn at the wheel, sir. Take the wheel at once. Aye, sir. Head once. Yes, chamber there. Aye, sir, I'll put him on. We want you, Mr. Chambers. Chamber speaking, Captain. Turn the ship inside out and stop when nothing changes. What happened to Miguel? Gypsy princess is adept. What started as a pleasant ocean junket is becoming a nightmare. A ghost looks happy. The captain goes white as his sheet and poor Chambers has handed the hard job of trailing the little man who isn't there to his home. Let's see, where did we stream her? Oh, yes. Miguel, the navigator, had just gone the way of all fish. Miguel was at the boat's wheel, clutching it and staring out into the ocean with dead eyes. A dead man had been peering our course. How was the fool killed? I can't say, sir. His face looks as if he had seen the devil himself. But there isn't a mark on him. Bellows, children. I hate taking issue with you, sir, but I'm sure that there's a simple explanation and a mysterious attack by a ghost. A heart attack, perhaps. If an autopsy could be performed... There'll be no autopsy! But we've got to assign... I don't have no interference, Chambers. I've got to take immediate steps so you'll all be dead. Assign gentlemen to watch the ship's food stores at once. Mind your duties and ask no questions. Make prompt arrangements to throw Miguel over the side. Without service? Just like that? Just like that! We'll throw Miguel as an offering to the prince. Maybe... Maybe she'll reappear. I've gathered garbage to watch the dead Miguel drop over the side. The storm was brewing. There was a blinding spark. Bloody Chambers! All ready, sir. Let him go! You Miguel. Now come wash the blood off his crown. Pull back the way like men frightened by the face of insanity. And then, over the sound of the ocean, we heard her. I watched, spellbound, my eyes burning into the midst that swirled around Captain Hensey. I saw... I saw her. Beauty. The most complete illusion of beauty the mind can imagine. Beautiful beyond words or language. Seeing her, I could understand what drove Captain Hensey. Captain Hensey's eyes. I knew scorching jealousy. Chambers, my sister. My bride has come. You see her, don't you? My sister. She's very beautiful. Chambers! Marius here now! But it has such authority. That's Captain of the ship. I give you the authority. You'll find myself a book in my quarters. Hi, sir. Corky. Hi, Mr. Chambers. Oh, fetch the book of services from the captain's quarters so we can get on with the ceremony with a crew standing bare-headed and looking Captain Hensey to his vision. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! With such lines as let no man put a thunder and until death do you part it a mad man standing alone with a mist curling around him. The captain said, I do. And the wind answered for her. Captain had his bride at last, but not for long. After that brief visit we no longer saw her, even fancy we saw her. The captain started looking out to sea for hours, days, like a man who's bride had forsaken him right after the wedding. Days passed. And then fellows struck again. I was with the captain going over some charts when the door opened. But Corky, his face was strained and frightened. Captain Hensey. What is it, Corky? The food stores. What about them? They're gone. Our food and our water. It's all disappeared. Jensen was assigned to watch the food stores. Stand up for me. I can't. Jensen's gone. What Miguel got? We can put into the nearest fort if you look at the charts we get to two days' tail from Winkah. We're the few general men see for yourselves. A cold, every blasted crack of it was pirated by fellow glassmen. Captain Hensey was a complete madman. He prowled through them like a wild animal with me behind him watching. Then last night in the pitch dark I watched him climb Corky was up there waving an apple flare in the last desperate SOS. I watched the captain come up behind Corky and circle his arms around Corky's neck. I'm happy for what you are now, Captain. I know about those murders and the disappeared donations about a woman following your- Cork, is that now? Aye. I mustn't fail or I'll lose the princess, including you chambers. The crew is exactly six now. You see, I must waste a single bullet. You're going to shoot us in cold blood just because of some insane obsession. I must. We'll all be dead. Hensey of the Gypsy Fongo was dead, man. One bullet for Corky. And he shot the other four. Then he went over the side. Who said you'd heard shots and rode up when you came aboard? I did. But I don't see your rowboat. And your clothes aren't even damp. You were never out there in a small boat for a minute. Wasn't I? No. No. Look again with your heart. Here now. Yes. Beautiful. To me now, princess. Hensey. Not till back. To float in with the mist and the same indescribable pleasure and indescribable pain I'd seen on Captain Hensey's face flushed all through me. I was in love with him. And burning up with jealousy. Being of hunger, two weeks, even ready to finger, I didn't want him to have the princess bound. And the cargo of death in the middle of nowhere. I don't know what it did to you, brother whale, but it's got me scaled down to size. It's the old block for me for now, arm. There's less terror in terra firma. Dry land to you, Bob. I'd say if you must get the nautical urge compromised by diving into the bath tub adipose, strange hand passes you the wash, rag and stone. Don't take it. Ignore it. Stay underwater and play. Time to close that squeaking door for another seven-day rest. Until next week at this time when Bromo Seltzer brings you another in a sanctum mystery directed by Hyman Brown. By the way, this month's in a sanctum mystery novel is Report for a Court by Henry King. Next week you'll hear our answer to the housing shortage because we've got a story about a little home in the country that'll kill you and anybody else who enters. It's called The House of Doom. And behind its walls some of the most charmingly gruesome people you ever met will die in haunt and howl and murder to your hearts content. So be sure to listen, won't you? Until next Monday, then. Good night. Pleasant dreams.